RPG: Ocheana Legends: Requiem of Angels

[Aura of the Twilight]

Lios looked at Tillian, he half wanted to laugh at the big misunderstanding she had, but he didn't. "Tillian my dear I highly doubt that Zion killed your parents. He's been a member of the Dragon for about three and a half years and captain of it for two. Unless your parents were killed in that time span, Zion probably had nothing to do with it. On top of that you have done him a great deal in misjudging the boy. He has high morals, he would never kill a citizen of this country or a citizen of another. He would probably forfeit his positions before doing that." Lios explained.

"I know for a fact that he bares no ill feelings towards you. He hardly ever talks about it to me let alone anyone else so I am going to assume that you don't anything about Zion himself or his past, do you my dear?" maybe you should try to get to know the boy. you both have more in common than you know." Lios stated.

"Oh my oh dear, forgive me, your realtionships is not why I'm here. I'm so terribly sorry my child, in my old age I tend to ramble." Lios said while chuckling softly again.

"So my dear, is there anything else you wish to share with me about these nightmares?" Lios asked gently, getting back on subject.

[Nespa]

Just looked at him "it was not zion who killed my parents, it's that dragon brigade". suddenly she narrowed her eyes "he asked me if i would rather switch sides for helping a boy that was with the girl". She relaxed again " perhaps your the one that needs to take a closer look at zion lios perhaps he is not al he seems to be" she sighed "if he gets wounded then do not assume i wil be the one healing him or that big blue lizard of his" turned around she resumed cleaning of the roots. she could care less for zion or one of the dragon brigade riders for that matter if lios wished to believe they were good people so be it, she had her own thoughts of the matter. she started to cut the clean roots and started to grind them to powerder perpusly ignoring lios.

[Aura of the Twilight]

"You know, he has no family either Tillian. He's mother died years back, his father was driven mad with grief and blamed Zion, he even went to the extreme of trying to kill Zion. As for how he acted, it's a crime to aid enemies, what he said was rude but not condeming to hatred, and blaming him for something he had nothing to do with is wrong, wether you'll admit that youself Tillian, you all have much to learn..... I'm not here to scold you on that though." Lios stated while still looking gently at Tillian.

"My dear if you want to talk more about anything wether it be your nightmares or not you can come find me in the palace library." Lios said as he put his hand on Tillians shoulder and then walked out of the room.

"That nurse is not going to be too happy with me." Lios said to himself while chuckling and walking slowly down the hall.

[Luzifer]

Iao finally pushed her way into Port Town... it had been a long trek through the dark of the forest but she had made it and now she had to find someone that had hopefully seen Mithra.

Starting almost immediately she asked the gate guard if he had seen anyone come through fitting Mithra's description. He said he hadn't but, when she gave her the address of the inn she would be staying at for the night, he said he'd ask the other guards and if any of them had seen a boy like Mithra he would send her a note. Iao thanked him kindly and then moved into the city streets

She came to a small square with a fountain in the center. It was a rather pretty affair, one with cherubs and like angelic manifestations playing softly while water flower from their mouths and eyes. Sitting down at the edge of the fountain she waved her fingers through the soft, cold water and began to think of a plan for how she would approach finding Mithra.

"Metatron" wrote quickly, he was looking through books in ancient languages that he barely comprehended and was scribing them down in his native tongue as he translated them. For the most part he was focusing on book titles and narrowing his search to tomes with promising subject matter. He then looked at the chapter headings (unless they were truly old books in which case it was impossible since SUCHTEXTWERENOTWRITTENTOBEREADBUTRATHERSPOKENANDTH USTHEYWEREWRITTEN LIKETHISWITHOUTPUNCTUATIONORSPACING) He kept a few of those and began scribing the body of the text. He decided that the next thing he ought to do was find a way to get an audience with the Goddess but finding a means to that end were difficult. He had wished that events hadn't forced him to separate from Allete because she could prove useful to that end but he supposed that there were probably many other angels out their, all of whom could act as an intermediary between him and the Goddess. The only problem was that he had to find them, which would prove difficult given their love of not being seen as angels.

So that's why he was here in the dark and dusty catacombs of the library of Port Kia constant pouring through ancient and damage tomes of forgotten lore. There had to be another way. He could try finding a prophet but they only appeared occasionally and were seldom willing to sell their services. The Oracle at Marienkind had been killed and her temple burned 400 years ago and there hadn't been an Oracle since. It was quite frustrating.

But that was just the immediate worry. There was also the knowledge that for his plane to work he would have to find a way to decompose his body into a spiritual essence and then manifest it within the spiritual plane. He could try forcing his soul through the Veil of Audra, the thin, fabric of half-reality that seperate spiritual manifestations of consciousness within the human mind and the physical acts of will which manifested as electrical signals within the mind, if he could break through that he could reach the Phenomenal Ether that had been postulated by Saint Joachim the Blind. But obtaining the means to tear his own souls into fragments of its self and then the stuff the chunks down its own mouth in order to reach the soul's innard and then bridge into higher states of conciousness seemed difficult. Their was also the ascetic path. He could try making his soul one with the Phenomenal Ether and then while it is still one try and reach the Goddess's being but that seemed difficult.

It all hinged on the fact that the Goddess was an immaterial demi-concept and he was trapped in a bastardize world of physicality and conceptualizations. The Goddess could not enter the world, according to theory, because that would destroy her omnipotence and cause a cascade failure of freewill. If the Goddesss were to enter time he omniscience would determines everyone's actions and rob them of freewill. As long as she remained outside of it she could observe all actions simultaneously and her omniscience was not a result of determining the effects but rather of having seen them all. Without the ability to make the Goddess manifest in the real world he was restricted to making himself manifest in the spiritual. All thanks to Roger of Occham's Third Treatise on the Nature of the Goddess with Emphasis on her Intemporality and its Effects on Freewill.

Metatron sighed and spun his pen on his finger before dipping it in ink again and continuing to write. It was so complicated. But... if he asked the Goddess directly, through the means of a medium of some sort, perhaps she would be able to enlighten him as to a way in which he could enter into the Phenomenal Ether of Saint Joachim. Or perhaps Saint Joachim was wrong, though that seemed hardly possible. It could be that the Goddess more actively followed the Saint Quarian model in which all our actions are determined by the Goddesses foreknowledge but this is not destructive to our freewill since our actions still come from our desires even if the desires are not themselves manifestations of free thought. It was possible and it would allow the Goddess to manifest into a physical form without use of an Avatar, a human or angelic body to contain a small portion her essence and power. But... if that was the case... then why...? It didn't make sense. His life disproved that concept... he was perfectly created, a strange manifestation that posed a means to kill her and the desire to do it in order to save her. If this was the case than that meant the Goddess was suicidal in order to have created him and to have crafted his desires and abilities. He would understand it if she were, for she was an inferior manifestation of existence compared to humans, incapable of growth and joy, only sorrow and decay. But the notion that she was suicidal did not sit well with him. That meant his existance had to be something she could not have for seen... or maybe he had no chance of success and thus she need not have worried about the fact that he had the ability and the will. Mere manifestations of thought are nothing if the action attached to them failures. They are nothing but symbolism at that point

[Nespa]

Tillian ignored it when lios was gone she muttered "atlist he didn't lose his parents over a dumb thing like love". suddenly she realised she was dirty and sweaty and moved to her closet to grab some clean clothes and then went into the shower area. At first she shared a area with several healers but with her sometime smelly experiments and the need to also train her sword she had gotten her own room. It wasent really big but large enough voor her. As she washed her hair she thought about verun and wondert what he would do if she would show up at his doorstep. she laughed slightly as if a enemie would welcome her with open arms but stil the information she gave lios was danger sensitive, he wasent gonna use it against her aparantly but it was not sure if others were the same if the heard. She sighed as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her perhaps it was time to pull out her out survival plans.

[Shobu_Shimizu]

Xenia made her way to the room where the gaurds had told her the king was occupying. She had been at Port Oray searching for Luca. Another failure and Xenia thought she might give up. Maybe Luca was dead. She grinded her teeth at the thought. He was such a sweet child and now her only relative, if he was dead she didn't know what she would do.

Xenia immeadiatly pushed her personal situation to the back of her mind once she saw the Ciaran king. She walked to him and kneeled down on one knee, bowing her head slightly in respect, "I apologize for my absence my king," she looked up at him, "But I was at Port Oray... Have I missed anything imporant?"

[Chuck the Ninja]

Okita signaled his squad and they all split up into 5 groups of ten. Okita stopped cold and looked at Zion. " Im on a mission. The king has approved it. Even if im wounded i'll still finish my mission. Now unless you are going to help of get this angel girl to come with us then please leave." Okita then watched as his squad disappeared. Two squad were traveling under ground toward Port town. Two were already traveling in disguise on Alena stolen boats. Okita and his quad would get their by using their skill to but right through airias.

[Light Buster]

Gen woke up, shaking his head. He didn't want to feel the same way he did back at the capital again. He got up and said, "Eva...teleported me into the sky..." Gen rubbed his head and looked around. He didn't want to fall again.

[Shinn Kamiyra]

"Rise and shine, Kite. We've made it to Port Town."

His eyes fluttering some, Kite clasped a hand alongside his head, shaking it some as the first cracks of morning's light shone upon him. In an instant, at the sound of a hazy voice hovering over him, the youth near grasped at his weapon.

Before suspicion could be arisen however, he realized the voice as that of Luteous, the mysterious warrior he'd met only a day ago. His hand retracted, slowly falling back to his side once again.

Kite took to a stand, shifting his gaze past Luteous out towards Port Town. It was a fairly busy place, bustling with the sounds of trade and hard labor. Along the port where they were stationed, there were a wide variety of boats and ships taking dock and setting sail.

Yet, something that caught the youth's attention was the scent of the sea that drifted in. It was... a strange sensation. The feel of the cool wind brushing against his face... and the smell of the water that now held at a constant within his mind. It was something one could almost call... a pleasant sensation.

Realizing his train of thought, Kite shook his head once more, turning his gaze back towards Luteous. "I thank you for bringing me this far, Luteous. I won't be a bother to you anymore however; so, unless you need something more of me, I think I should be on my way."